The following two quotes are taken from Macbeth.
These words are spoke to Macduff by a fellow Scottish nobleman after they are told of the horrific murders of Macduff's wife and children at Macbeth's command. These two sentences articulate why I write in my journal and on this blog. See this post for more thoughts.
Give sorrow words. The grief that does not speakWhispers the o'refraught heart and bids it break (IV, III, 211-212).
In the last battle of the play, a father loses his son. These words articulate why a parent's sorrow over the loss of a treasured child will never cease.
In Act IV, Scene V of Romeo and Juliet, the anguish expressed by Juliet's parents along with her nurse when they find her "dead" ring true.Your cause of sorrowMust not be measured by his worth, for thenIt hath no end (V, VIII, 44-46).
Capulet - Juliet's father
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff.
Life and these lips have long been separated.
Death lies on her like an untimely frost
Upon the sweetest flower of all the field.
Death, that hath taken her hence to make me wail,
Ties up my tongue and will not let me speak.
Death is my son-in-law. Death is my heir.
My daughter he hath wedded. I will die,
And leave him all. Life, living, all is Death's.
O child, O child! My soul, and not my child!Lady Capulet - Juliet's mother
Dead art thou! Alack, my child's death,
And with my child my joys are buried.
Accursed, unhappy, wretched, hateful day!Nurse
Most miserable hour that e'er time saw
In lasting labor of his pilgrimage.
But one, poor one, one poor and loving child,
But one thing to rejoice and solace in.
And cruel death that catches it from my sight!
O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!What stands out to me is the repetition of words. This makes me think back to that horrible morning when I found Josh. My brain froze and these phrases looped over and over in my mind for hours and even days: "I can't believe this is happening.....this is just a bad dream.....this can't be happening to us.....why, Josh, why?"
Most lamentable day, most woeful day
That ever, ever, I did yet behold!
O day, O day, O day, O hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this.
O woeful day, O woeful day!